KYA SACH MUCH MEHANGI HAIN KHUSHIYAN

main sochoon kabhi akele main

jeevan k rele-pele main

kya sachmuch mehangi hain khushiyan?

ya maang hamari jyada hai.

har subah wahi munbhavan hai jo jeevan lekar atee hai,

kya rang chandni ka badla jo mun ko sheetal karti hai?

kya aaj hawa naraz huee,phoolon ne khilna chod diya?

ya kya nadiyon ne jharno ne masti main behna chod diya?

panchi ab pahle jaisa chu-chu ka shor nahin karte,

ya badal aaj shararat se barish is ore nahin karte?

jab koi chota bacha,yun hi dekhe aur muskaye

koi apna ya gair koi,asheerwad ek de jaye

choti si kisi zaroorat ko poora karna asan bane

kyun na bemani si ye baatain,khushiyon ka saman bane!

jo pyara ho wo pass rahe

'kuch acha hoga' ye aas rahe

koi wazah mile na rone ko

karan kum hai kush hone ko??

kya hai khushiyon ki paribhasha

kyun itni mushkil wo bhasha

fir kyun koi ye kehta hai

chota sa dil choti asha!!

kya paimana hai khushiyon ka

haan! itna mile to kafi hai

thoda kum ho to mafi hai

na mile to nainsaafi hai!!

ye prashn kathin inke uttar,jane koi kab layega

khushiyon ki ghum ki ulat-fer,ye jeevan chalta jayega!

main sochoon kabhi akele main........

ruchi rawat

The grace world has lost.

“Daddy!!! “, little Arjun ran down the hall to the armchair his daddy was resting on after a long day at office.

“humm”, his father nodded without exercising his shut eyelid.

“look daddy, what I have drawn”

“ohh .. let’s see what my little Picaso has drawn today”.

With a little struggle with his posture his dad took the drawing sheet into his hand and had a quick look over the drawing his 7 year old son has made. The boy was curious, his performance was being measured and he was already giggling expecting a quick result. His father has always been happy to see his paintings and even has appreciated and encouraged his performances of wax drawing.
But today his father was silent rather disappointed. His father took his spectacles from the table and took a closer look into his drawing.

Now Arjun was anxious.

His drawing pictured 5 giant skyscrapers, far away in vision, having a very little distance between them. They were colored differently with bright colors. Above a skyscraper half sun was visible. The half visible sun was filled with bright yellow color showering full rays, depicted by lines, all around. Nearby the sun, Arjun drew a black helicopter which was going from above the skyscrapers. Below the skyscraper Arjun drew few roads with cars racing each other. The drawing was satisfactory despite lacking some kind of neatness and few colors with which the buildings were colored. Little cars were yet to be colored.

After having a look at the drawing Arjun’s father remembered his childhood days. He remembers what they were used to draw when they were asked to draw some scenery. In their drawings there were mountains which Arjun replaced with skyscrapers, there have been an orange colored morning sun, which was used to be depicted as a friend of earth not the enemy. There have been some birds in the sky which Arjun replaced with the helicopter and there were green lush grounds in which children were pictured happy playing some game and there have been a lake aside. That was the picture of the days which they could imagined the best.

Father was still silent, he took his spectacles off.

“I know I haven’t colored it properly yet” Arjun said.

“Give it back, let me color it more properly and I m sure you will like it then”, Arjun clinched his drawing sheet back in a flash and rushed back to his room.

His father came into his previous relaxed posture, realized how far today’s generation is from the natural beauty. This generation doesn’t know how great it is to be surrounded by the nature. How beautiful the sun looks when it is orange. What does the shadow of a tree mean when an exhausted traveler rests under it? How cool and how quenching is the water of a pot. How melodious a cuckoo sings and what a swarm of birds in the sky look like. These kids are far away from the gifts of the nature.

“How different their world is? He only knows what I have made known to him.”, he spoke in his mind.

With this thought next day his father woke up at 6:00 AM and took Arjun to the terrace of their apartment which was the roof of the 15th floor. From there Arjun's father tried to show him the sky he never cared of. Arjun's father really tried to convince Arjun over the view of the world he had in his eyes. Then accompanied with Arjun he went for a long drive into the woods of the city where the mankind would have hopefully left something for Arjun to be learned and admire.

tushar... as u turned 25 today:)

bachpan kab ka peeche choota,ab hain jeevan k hain rang naye
nayi subah naya janmdiwas,har din jeene k dnang naye.

hai aaj tumhara janmdiwas,beete poore pachees(25)varsh,
khush rahi sada tan se mun se,faile jeewan main sada harsh.

ashirwad badon ka ho,choton se hardam pyar mile,
jab jeeto khushi manana tum,na gum karna jo haar mile.

jeewan ki bhool-bhuliya main sukh-dukh to aate jate hain,
maan sada unka rakhna jo dukh main sath nibhate hain.

ho varshganth shub-mangalmay,din beete masti aur pyar bhara.
asha hai mun ko bhayega,ye chota sa uphaar mera.

HAPPY BIRHTDAY

RUCHI:)

My first white hair

Chapak .. chapak … I was washing my face in the washbasin.

Swiping my face with my hands from eyes to chin, I looked into the mirror. My hair are always disheveled, I thought. I used my hands to settle them down, these should go to the left and these should be on the right portion of my head. Why do we have so much hair on our head as compared to other living beings I thought, maybe these are there to hide what is going in the mind. As other species have little mind and small thoughts so they don’t need hair. But why do the girls have more hair than boys? Maybe they have few highly confidential things in their mind and those long hair are for the security purposes. I smiled with thought in mind.  

These silly hair can’t settle, I m doing this to you from almost last 25 years don’t you guys know whether you belong to the right or to the left; I said to few of them. 25 years, yes I will be 25 this 27^th june I remembered. But what’s new in this. On the next moment a hair got my notice. First I confused it with some other shiny thing but when I tried to pick it up I figured out it to be a hair. Ohhh. So this is new on this 27^th june. A smile came to mind, not on the face, it was in the mind that I have stepped into the world of matures. Now I need to be more sophisticated, no one would allow me to do mistakes; I only will be responsible for what I do. More age, more experience of the world, more liabilities to bear and lot more. It is always very difficult to being right always. 

 

“Only dogs will accompany us in the restaurant”, one of my friends shouted. He snapped the swarm of thoughts coming to my mind and reminded me that I was washing my face as I have to go to a restaurant to have dinner tonight.  

“We will also find some drunkards, don’t worry”, I replied in a high pitch.

“I counted them with dogs”, my friend replied and with a laugh I came out of the washroom.  

All three of us hurried to the restaurant. While the way I thought that now I must start practicing sophistication. But I am dressed up like a boy, not like a gentleman I thought. No, it’s not about your dress, it’s all about reacting, I contradicted.  

We reached the restaurant.

“By the way what’s your age Akhilesh”, I asked one of my friend.

“27, but why?”, he replied.

“No, I just asked like that. Nothing serious” I replied.

“And how about your age Ashish “, I asked.

 “It’s 28, going to be 29 soon, but what’s the matter with you”, he asked.

“No, I m just wondering you guys are over 25 and still you do all the things a young man do, don’t you guys think that you need to show some maturity in day to day life, how can you still be raucous while laughing and how you can still play the computer games, how you can still put your right hand over your heart when you see a sizzling girl passing by and how you can still smoke on the road. Don’t you find such things immature which should be left when you steps in this phase of life. I mean we know all these things don’t worth, staring at a girl, passing on the fake smile, and then on the next moment putting your hand on your friend’s shoulder and saying pathetically that I will be a better man if I will get her in my life. I mean we are doing this from last 10 years and that time was a fun for sure. But now? ”

Both of them looked down at their plates and start eating.

“So what shall we do, should we start calling every girl BETI?” Akhliesh said.

All of us shared the laugh.

We can utter some dialogues to show superiority like “beta yeh kaam toh hum bachpan mein kar k chod chuke hai”, Akhilesh said.

Pointing to the few white hair Ashish said “beta yeh baal dhoop mein safed nahi huye hai”

With age you gets respect, doesn’t matter you deserve it or not. It is also a phase to live and its immutable.

I was almost convinced. And I said it with a smile of satisfaction ”After all having a large number in your account is advantage, may it be the no. of rupees in your bank account or may it be the age.”

Later in the night, lying in the bed, I counted if there are any fronts where I need to be mature from now. And I counted them to none. I have always been mature enough. I was always aware of being socially and individually right. I never took anything for granted not even the fun. I always knew its worth. Although fun doesn’t worth the life but life is worthless without fun. We have fun to be ecstatic for a moment. We laugh on idiotic things to have some light moments in the life forgetting the burdensome tasks we do daily. Fun doesn’t has to do anything with age.

“But I need to change something this b’day. Not every b’day is your 25^th bday”, I thought. Let’s call it special and take a resolution. But what?

What would I change from my 25^th b’day?

After a long series of idea->yes? No. Idea->yes? No; I concluded -

I would surely stop ignoring the hair dye and hair color advertisements on tv.

This answer was enough to bring a smile in my mind and on my face too.

I wish my father quarrel with my mom every day:

Leaping to keep up the pace, clutching the index figure of his dad, little Arjun took a small jump of exhilaration in the air. After few steps to the parking bay he asked his dad the same question which has not been answered by his father since evening “Dad, how often we can enjoy like this”. Without saying a word his father kept walking to the car. In between the drive to their home Arjun kept on cherishing the few hours he spend the day out with his dad. He had a visit to an amusement park where he did all the fun he wanted to do for months. He remembered of the Roller coaster ride he had few months back when he visited the same park with his parents. Today the excitement was doubled when he made a new friend in the park and had the same roller coaster ride again. At the front seat of his car he was still feeling the same excitement.

After having a lot of fun in the amusement park Arjun and his father had a terrific dinner at a restaurant. The dinner was all Arjun’s pick. He was so very happy that evening because after a long pleading to his father and mother Arjun finally did all he asked his parents for. Arjun was almost blond, well mannered, fair skinned 6 year old boy. He was known for his sensibility at this age. His loneliness has made him independent of any help, all a 6 year old boy need to have, to finish his daily chores. With both the parent working, Arjun had a lot of time to spend alone and think about himself. He had to spend almost 6 hours with their house help maid waiting his parents to arrive home from the work. While his mother’s timings were almost fixed and she arrives daily at 8 PM, his father’s work had no particular timing to reach the home. But he always tried to finish all his work till 9 PM and that was the time when they had a formal family meeting while the dinner after which Arjun was asked to sleep with the house help as he has to arise early in the morning for the school. This was the daily routine of the family members among whom the maid  was the only one who had to bear the major responsibilities of Arjun.

But today was Arjun’s the favorite day. The Sunday; the day when his all family have to be at the home for the whole day long. When the car took the final turn to reach the home, the pathetic thought of abiding the same old pathetic daily routine swarmed to his mind. But the pleasure continued. After reaching the home Arjun’s dad followed Arjun to his room. Arjun had a separate room in the big apartment where he was supposed to be with the maid during the night too. But today was a special day. Arjun’s dad ordered the maid to sleep somewhere else as he decided to sleep with Arjun. While giggling in the bed with his dad, lying keeping his head over his arm, sharing his innocent experiences, talking about his friends and teachers at school, Arjun read a lot of affection in his dad’s eyes. Suddenly he stopped while talking about one of his friend. When you are  at the end of a very pleasant experience, the thought of its end seems to be the end of the world to you. The same thought snapped Arjun too. The same question came to his mind again and he again and finally he asked it to his dad again, “Dad, how often we can have the same fun we had today”. His definition of fun was all about the time he had with his father today. It wasn’t more about the amusement park, nor was it more about his favorite dishes.

 “Very often”, his dad replied to placate him keeping his eyes into his.

Arjun was quite. Even when he got the answer in his favor he was expressionless. May be he couldn’t trust the answer his father gave to him.

After a moment of silence Arjun spoke, “I wish you to quarrel mother everyday”. Arjun turned aside removing his dad’s arm under his head, and turned off the lights.

Arjun’s dad went in the journey to the past to figure out what went wrong in the past years when he did almost everything in his power to keep his son happy.

Arjun was still awake. After a long duration, in the dark room, without changing his posture he said, “You share bed with me only when you have some issues with the mother and this is why I want you to quarrel mother every day”.

His dad was speechless. Speechless and balked with the immutable truth his son said. He tried to feel the pain his child had in his heart. But the time you are adult you become impotent to feel such emotions which can only spurt out in a child’s heart. The whole night he kept thinking “can I obviate the problem by sleeping with my kid every night”. The answer was NO. This was the most logical, amiable agreeable and pragmatic thing to be done according to his dad.

But this was not all his son needed to be happy. The mistake has been done. And no one was going to forget it.

Next day Arjun ripped away all the pages from his wish book and on the first page of it there was a new entry with black sketch pen which read “I WISH MY FATHER QUARREL WITH MY MOM EVERY DAY”

The beauty of night

Oh night,

My night,

Why do I love you so much?

Is it the absoluteness I love about you?

Or your primness is such?

Why do you look so beautiful?

As I can’t take my eyes off from you?

Is it the immaculate face of yours,

Or your ornaments make it so.

Stars ask me to become naughty,

Moon reminds me to smile;

The breeze asks me to feel love,

And that vivid white light asks me to be worthwhile.

Those stars,

There is a lot they mean,

Few of them are aligned like diamonds in a necklace

And the brightest one at the middle of your face becomes your nose pin.

That moon,

It has an eternal smile,

Sometimes coquettish,

Like a girl’s smile when she is teased by her lover,

Sometimes enchanting,

Which portraits it in my eyes.

Gentle breeze asks me to feel you,

To the depth of my heart;

It gives me a clue of your embrace,

And tells me we are not apart.

The white light you shower

is your love to me,

Which gives me strength in order,

To conquer the odds and live apart from thee.

Oh night my wonderful night,

When I walk with you;

You answer all my questions,

And calms each aggravated issue.

GOD AND THE DOORMAT....

GOD AND THE DOORMAT.....

roz ki tarah aj bhi subah k walk se ghar wapas aa rahi thi.apne flat k darwaze pe pahunchi to achanak nazar padi darwaze par pade purane doormat par.
"oho,fir isko badalna bhool gayi"khud se hi shikayat karte huey maine faisla kiya" aj yahi kaam karti hoon sabse pahle".chai peene ki icha ko thoda dabate
maine naye paavdaan ki khoj shuru kar di."kahan rakh diya?abhi 2 din pahle hi to khareeda hai bazar se?"thodi mehnat k baad wo naya doormat dikh gaya
mujhe.halki si smile ayi chehre pe aur maine us purane doormat ki jagah naye ko di. apni pasand ko mun hi mun saraha.wapas mudne hi wali thi ki ek awaz ne
mujhe chaunka diya..."hata do isko wahan se"?maine palatkar dekha.meri sasu maa shakal pe..YE KYA GAZAB KAR DIYA...wala bhv lekar mere peeche khadi
thi. "kya hua maa" "are bhagwan hain wahan.sabk pair padenge".bhagwan...!! doormat pe?!! mujhe laga jaise koi mazak kiya hai unhone.maien ashcharya se
doormat ki taraf dekha...kahan hain bhagwan aur 10 sec k ander hi mujhe bhagwan mil bhi gaye(azeeb baat hai kyun log apni sari zindagi bhagwan ko dhoondne main
laga dete hain).doormat pe bane galaxy print aur uspe bane muskurate huey sooraj ki tasveer ko mei sasu maa ne bhagwan maan liya tha.sooraj devta....!!
"oh,to ye hain bhagwan"sasu maa chali gayi apne mandir unk bhagwano ko khush karne aur main wahin khadi reh gayi.achanak vicharon ka jwalamukhi fut pada...

kya sach main ye sooraj ki tasveer main bhagwan hain?
jab har taraf bhagwan itni asani se milte hain to fir kyun aaj tak bhagwan ko koi dhoond nahin paya?
hum bhagwan ko dekh nahin sakte ya fir dekhna nahin chahte?
kyun hum nahin dekh pate bhagwan ko un hazaron bhooke bachon main jo hamare har ore hain,un gareeb be-sahara logon main jink pass na rahne ko ghar hai
na khane ko khana.jinke pass ek purana doormat bhi nahin hai jisko bicha kar wo so sakain!!!

achanak mujhe kuch din pahle akhbaar main padi huee kuch khabrain yaad ayi.kisi bhakt ne shirdi sai baba k mandir main 100kg ka sinhaasan chadaya tha.
ek aur bhakt ne tirupati bajaji ko heeron se jada hua virtue ka cell ph secretly donate kiya tha.(bhagwan ko bhi cell ph ki zaroorat padti hai kya?)koi un bhakt se
pooche is cell ph k sirf ek heere se kitne bhooke insano ka pet bhar sakta hai,kitne anpad bache school ja sakte hai.kitne gareebon ko ghar mil sakta hai?

hum bhagwan ko kush karne k liye vrat,upwas.pooja-path kya kuch nahin karte.kabhi kabhi to 9-10 din lagatar! kya hum un 9 dino main kuch gareeb anath
bachon ko khana nahin khila sakte? kya ye bhagwan ki pooja se badkar nahin? hazaron,lakhon rupaye hum devi-devtaon ki moorty banane maine kharch
kar dete hain,fir wahi moorti hum tyohaar khatam hone par khushi se pani main baha dete hain wahi kisi anathashram ko daan dene main ya kisi bache ki
padai ko sponsor karne main kyun itna sochte hain?! tan,mun,dhan se bhagwan ki sewa karne k jagah hum bhagwan k banaye un zarooratmand insano k liye
kyun nahin tan,mun,dhan lagate.

achanak mujhe yaad aya. maine sadak pe lage ek board se besahara bachon k ek shelter ka no. liya tha.kyun main nahin gayi aaj tak wahan...?khade kahde maine
us din ka doosra faisla kiya.aaj hi wahan baat karoongi aur jald hi bachon k liye kuch zaroor karoongi.

vicharon k silsila khatam nahin hota agar ek aur awaz muje wapas nahin kheenchati."mom we r leaving"meri dono betiyan darwaze per thi school jane k liye tyar
"wow mom! thats a nice door mat"choti ne kaha. "acha kyun nahin hoga.usmain bhagwan jo hain." maine muskurate huey socha aur ghar k ander aa gayi.